Darkness surrounds me. I have no idea where I am, or what is happening. I don't know if I'm falling, sitting, or anything. I can't feel the rest of my body, and it's too dark to even see the rest of it. I try to close my eyes. Slowly my eyes open. I'm not in complete darkness. In fact, I am outside. But everything looks blurry, as if I don't have my contact lenses on. I blink, thinking maybe then I will see better. Surely enough, that doesn't help. But I am 100% sure I have my contacts on. But that isn't the biggest of my worries. All I know is that I'm outside, but nothing else. I try to look or any shelter, but nothing. It starts to get dark, my vision getting worse and worse by the second. I fall.
I wake up, panting. I take a deep breath, and make sure it was a dream by pinching myself and trying to stand up. After a while of checking, I realize, it was just a dream.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
SOL- 6/31 March 6th
I wake up to my alarm, at 6:15 and after a while of procrastinating I get out of bed. I look out the window and see the deep snow, remembering that it's supposed to snow a lot today. I quickly get ready and am about to go out of my room, opening the door, and I see my mom rushing up the stairs thinking I'm not yet ready for school and says "It's a snow day! Get back in your room and get some more sleep!" Surprised by the news, not believing that it's a snow day, I grab my phone and text some people. They tell me that it is a snow day so I do a belly flop onto my bed and sit on my phone. After an hour or so, I go out of my room and downstairs to eat breakfast. After that, I rush outside and have a huge snowball fight with my neighbors.
SOL- 5/31 March 5th
So today is my mom's birthday. I wake up, get ready for school, and make my mom a quick note saying Happy Birthday, and go downstairs for breakfast. My mom is in the kitchen, so I give her the note and make some breakfast. The rest of the day goes well, and for dinner we celebrate my mom's birthday, and while my mom was blowing out her candles, I secretly wished for my birthday to be closer too.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
SOL-4/31 March 4th
My feet bury themselves in the sand, causing me to sink deeper and deeper into the ground. The wind carries some umbrellas far from their spot on the beach. The ocean waves crash onto the sand. I run over to the water, and its surprisingly warm. After being in the water for a while and jumping over the waves, I go back to where my mom and aunt are and lay down on my towel. I close my eyes, and just listen to the ocean waves, splashing against the sand, peacefully. After a few moments (or so it seems) I feel my mom shaking me and saying
"Wake up! It's time to go eat lunch!"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yep."
I was pretty young at the time, around 6, when we used to go to California every summer for 2 weeks. At lunch, we have some sandwiches, and then went back to my aunts house.
"Wake up! It's time to go eat lunch!"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yep."
I was pretty young at the time, around 6, when we used to go to California every summer for 2 weeks. At lunch, we have some sandwiches, and then went back to my aunts house.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Book Blog 3/31 March 3rd
This week I read a book called Love Letters to the Dead by Ava Dellaira. It is about a girl named Laurel whose sister May died in high school. When Laurel's English teacher assigns the class to write a letter to someone who died, it all begins. Laurel has a tough life, and this book shows that through her writing letters to famous dead people, about her life and flashbacks to when her sister was alive. I really liked this book, because it's a different style, and the whole story is really different. This is one of my favorite books, because it's written so well, and it's really descriptive. This book has a lot of mature topics and language mainly toward the end, but a little throughout the rest of the book. Love Letters to the Dead is a mystery, with some love, and adventure. I think that everyone should read this book, although its kind of sad.
TBR-
The Promise of a Pencil
Counting by Sevens
Ouliers
TBR-
The Promise of a Pencil
Counting by Sevens
Ouliers
Monday, March 2, 2015
SOL- 2/31 March 2nd
| This is not my dog :) |
Sunday, March 1, 2015
SOL- 1 out of 31 March 1st- It's Just The Beginning
I
step into the school and take a deep breath. This is my first year in
AS, and I'm going to spend the next three years or so, and I'm kinda
scared. Not only is there more more work to do, but we are the oldest
people in the school (besides the teachers) and some of the students
seem tall and scary. Plus, I will be the youngest in AS, which is kinda
creepy. As I walk up the stairs and through the hallway, I feel a chill
going up my spine, and exploding through my body. Of course, then the
goosebumps erupt, but slowly start to disappear. I walk into the
classroom, and some people greet me as I walk around cluelessly trying
to find my desk. The first day of school starts out well with talking
about our summers, and getting to know each other. I sense that it will
be a fun year, even if I'm the youngest in all of AS.
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